Eastern Emperor's Order

The Four Emperors ordered the Litian Fortress to send troops to garrison Damang Mountain and defend the border, and there must be no mistakes!

When everyone sees these words, these words are deeply imprinted in their minds, and it is difficult to forget. When this was discovered, the faces of these people changed, and they all knew the seriousness of the matter.

Quan Li spoke: "Now except for the Blood Battle Regiment, who can go to Damang to garrison the rest of the Tianzi Battle Regiment." ”

He Ziying of the Wuyue Battle Group, Xu Zhengliang of the Qingtian War Group, and Pei Yuhai of the Ghost King War Group glanced at each other and shook their heads, the frontline battle group they were in shared nearly half of the demon beasts on the front line, where could they still support Damang Mountain.

Quan Li sighed in his heart, no longer spoken, and the entire side hall fell silent. Only then did they understand one thing, there was no more war group left in the Litian Fortress except for the Blood War Regiment.

"Why don't you call someone from the sect to help garrison?" Leng Wuyan, who was originally sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly spoke, although he was a little submissive, but anyone with a discerning eye could hear that he wanted to take revenge on the Evergreen Sect. Although it is a good idea, it is too naïve, and everyone's evaluation of this "peacemaker" is getting lower and lower.

Quan Li saw that Ping Zhenhai was about to move, and hurriedly rushed before him and said: "The sect will put it aside first, read An Meng, your war group is now a reserve, go and help garrison Damang Mountain." ”

"Yes!" In this small team, a heroic woman clenched her hands into fists and bent slightly towards Quan Li.

Although the rest of the people heard this decision, there was no way to do it. The Eastern Emperor's decree, that is the Eastern Emperor's dictation, no one dares to disobey it.

After the war group leaders disbanded and left, Quan Li looked at Ping Zhenhai, and he patted the other party's shoulder: "This matter, please leave it to you, now the war in the south may not be able to affect the north gate, guard Damangshan!"

Ping Zhenhai took a deep breath and nodded vigorously, he put the golden scroll on General Chen Shengren's table, turned around and strode away. He frowned all the way to the camp in Beida, and it was obvious that there was something that made him quite difficult.

At this time, in the Beida Battalion, the captains of the Blood War Regiment had already arrived, and many people were whispering, speculating with each other about the reason why they were urgently recalled. When he saw the commander of the war regiment enter the tent, he closed his mouth and sat upright, not squinting.

Ping Zhenhai glanced around and saw the young man sitting at the end, and his face became even more entangled.

"Captain Rong!"

"Here!"

"You go back first, and the matter of garrisoning the north gate will be left to you. Ping Zhenhai opened his mouth and sent away this "trouble" that made him often threatened with words

Rong Qingbai's face was calm, he got up and left the camp, and the rest of the people didn't have any opinions about this matter.

When the young man's figure disappeared into the rainy night, Ping Zhenhai looked at the remaining captains with a serious face, and he spoke: "Now I announce the battle order just issued!"

Everyone's expressions were no longer relaxed, they were all a little solemn, and they pricked up their ears, not letting go of any details in the words.

"Tomorrow, at dawn, all the squads will be stationed in Damang Mountain at intervals of ten kilometers, with only one task, to cooperate with the Xuefeng War Group, no matter what the situation, anyone, any demon beast is not allowed to let them cross Damang Mountain!

"Got it!"

"Disband!"

......

The departing squad leaders chatted all the way.

"Wow~ Xue Feng Battle Group, alas~ That's not the battle group of the head of the group, alas! I heard that they are all female soldiers, I don't know if it's true. One of them, the young captain in a flirtatious tone, said a little bit of a lively atmosphere.

"What's the matter? Are you happy? Don't worry about it, this group of female soldiers is not easy to mess with, although the strength is not as good as the Baiyue Combat Regiment, but it is not too much, over the years, how many Yellow Character Combat Regiments can participate in the frontline combat? Be careful of being stabbed!" sighed an older captain.

"Wow~ Is that terrible? But this time, we're probably going to be in the back of the enemy. Putting away his flirtatious tone, the young captain looked worried.

"What are you afraid of, afraid of death? The people who are afraid of death are basically dead, where are the people in our war group who are afraid of death!"

"Hehe, it's not, isn't it that I haven't held a girl's hand yet, it's a pity~"

"There's nothing serious, little girls don't let it go!

Hahaha, laughter rang out.

Looking at the subordinates who were far away, Ping Zhenhai sat alone in the camp tent, and a knife appeared in his hand at some point, the whole body was bright red, and a little bit of blood-colored ripples spread out, and the camp tent was quickly filled. After a long time, as if sensing something to leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and put away the blood knife.

"Finally gone, but fortunately I was witty, and I knew that someone was watching. ”

In a place that Ping Zhenhai did not pay attention to, at this time, a group of black-clothed men were carrying boxes and shuttling through the dark alleys, the sound of the rain drowned out their heavy footsteps, and the rain covered their traces, they numbered no less than five hundred, but they did not attract anyone's attention like ghosts.

After a long time, the man in black came to the back of a mansion, at this time the back door was hidden, revealing a small crack, and the man in black who led the team waved back with his hand, asking the others to step back, and tiptoed to the door by himself, and gently pushed.

The back door opened, but it was greeted by a flash of sword light. Before the other party could react, the sword shadow disappeared, and the man in black slowly fell down without making any sound. Seeing this, the other black-clothed people in the distance scattered and fled, very decisively.

But they soon discovered that they had long been surrounded, and now a group of privateers in standard armor who had never seen them stood in their escape route.

With a squeak, the back door of the mansion slowly opened, and a man with a hat and a navy blue cloth came out, he raised his head and pushed the hat up with his hand, revealing a terrifying face with half a scar, he looked at the men in black who were fighting, and his eyes exuded a sharp light.

When the last streak of blood was washed away by the rain, the private soldiers began to quickly clean the battlefield, and soon the streets and alleys were cleaned, and they each carried their boxes and quickly disappeared into the rainy night.

The man in the hat waited for the alleyway to return to "tranquility", stepped out, turned and closed the door, and left.

After the "click" of the door, remembering the sound of locking the door, the man who had not gone far paused, turned around, glanced at the plaque above the door, and then pressed the hat down, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

In this "silent" alleyway, a pair of miserable white pupils, through the crack in the door, imprinted the figure that disappeared in the darkness in the eyes, the pupils continued to widen, the eyes continued to be congested, the excitement affected the area, everything began to become distorted, those imperceptible blood qi appeared, absorbed by the pupils that were already a little crazy, a pleasant moan came from behind the door, and disappeared into the sound of rain.